The gate through which we must all pass at the moment of our death
will be at the end of this world of space and time.
It came to me that what we might then enter into
is the dimension of Truth.
Is it there that we shall have to come to terms and deal with
who we are and what we have done,
for good or ill or both?
Perhaps it is only when we have passed through this dimension
that we will be able to pass into the final and eternal dimension of Love.
Friday, 25 January 2019
Wednesday, 23 January 2019
About caring or not caring about wrongdoing
Do we care? Are we sorry? Does it bother us?
The sad people are those who don't care, aren't sorry and aren't bothered.
The sad people are those who don't care, aren't sorry and aren't bothered.
To anyone who never thinks about God
These words are obviously from the point of view of someone who does think about God - a lot - and are meant to be, and hopefully are, encouraging, supportive and consoling.
You may not think about God but God thinks about you - at every instant of your existence. In fact, if God didn't think about you, you wouldn't exist.
It is because you are a thought in 'God's head' that you do exist. God thinks about you, has loved you into, and holds you in, existence.
Any love in you is of God, from God and through God.
Any truth in you is of God, from God and through God.
Any creativity in you is of God, from God and through God.
Love, truth and creativity are in us all and are from God.
You may not think about God but God thinks about you - at every instant of your existence. In fact, if God didn't think about you, you wouldn't exist.
It is because you are a thought in 'God's head' that you do exist. God thinks about you, has loved you into, and holds you in, existence.
Any love in you is of God, from God and through God.
Any truth in you is of God, from God and through God.
Any creativity in you is of God, from God and through God.
Love, truth and creativity are in us all and are from God.
Sunday, 20 January 2019
About 'the quality of God's mercy'
The quality of God's mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.
(cf William Shakespeare, "The Merchant of Venice")
but we put up our umbrellas,
of pride - hurt or otherwise,
stubbornness, arrogance
and the rest of them!!
They are not the pretty colours of all the 'umbrellas of Cherbourg';
no, our umbrellas are stone coloured, dirty browns and greens.
Help us, dear God, to take down our umbrellas
and turn our faces towards your gentle rain
and see the glory and splendour
of the rainbow of your love
which overarches the world
and bathes us all in its warmth.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.
(cf William Shakespeare, "The Merchant of Venice")
but we put up our umbrellas,
of pride - hurt or otherwise,
stubbornness, arrogance
and the rest of them!!
They are not the pretty colours of all the 'umbrellas of Cherbourg';
no, our umbrellas are stone coloured, dirty browns and greens.
Help us, dear God, to take down our umbrellas
and turn our faces towards your gentle rain
and see the glory and splendour
of the rainbow of your love
which overarches the world
and bathes us all in its warmth.
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